Author's note: Just wanted to slip in here and let y'all know that I own nothing at all. I figure, one more chapter after this one. Ah, oh well. Writing this story makes me smile, and I hope that reading it might make you smile as well. :D

Harry and the other men spent the rest of the time before the ceremony in the burrow's yard, taking photos. It was a dull process, and Teddy was quickly bored. Ron soon challenged him to change his hair to a different color in every picture, and Teddy happily obliged switching his hair between cool and pleasant shades of blue and green and more volatile reds and yellows, much to the photographer's amusement. Soon after, guests began to materialize just outside of the Burrow's limits and people had to be greeted.

Harry was standing just inside of the marquee, laughing at some joke of George's when he was swept up very suddenly in a tight embrace. Hagrid was already crying quietly and patting Harry on the back, muttering something about carrying him out of the wreckage of his house as a baby and now attending his wedding – who would have thought?

"I know," Harry said as Hagrid released him, "It's strange isn't it? Never thought that I'd make it this far." He gave a nervous laugh, hoping to keep Hagrid from breaking down in tears again before the ceremony.

"I knew yeh would," Hagrid replied, wiping his eyes with his great spotted handkerchief. "I always knew yeh would." He patted him on the back, almost making his knees buckle before following George to his seat. Harry turned back to the line of people forming out of the marquee, surprised to feel moisture in his eyes at Hagrid's words. He blinked them away as he met with, surprisingly, Minerva McGonagall.

"Potter," she greeted him, smiling tightly, "Er—Harry, I suppose we've graduated to first names."

Harry smiled back, "I suppose so, pro—Minerva." He had to correct himself. They had met a few time over the last four years, each time both of them telling the other that first names were more than sufficient. Still, old habits were hard to break. "I'm glad that you made it."

"I was very pleased to be invited," she replied, smiling again. "I expect that security's been an issue?" She gestured to the pair of aurors stationed at the gate, in uniform. There were several other ones strolling about the yard, colleagues of Harry's.

"They didn't give you a hard time, did they?" He asked, switching to what Ginny called his auror mode for a moment. His tone became a bit more authoritative, his eyes narrower. He was ranked above the two at the gate, and the word of Harry Potter held a lot of weight. He wouldn't let Minerva McGonagall be mistreated.

"Oh no," she said, waving him down with a chuckle, "I just ask because I've never been to a wedding that required actual auror presence before."

"Yeah well," he grinned sheepishly, back to his normal self, and ran a hand through his hair. "Just don't want anyone coming up to spoil the day for Ginny." She nodded at him knowingly. While her first thoughts (and she suspected Harry's too) would always go to death eaters that still harbored a great deal of ill-will for Harry and his friends, she knew that the more reasonable threat was from reporters, liable to sneak in. The couple had been adamant that no reporters were to be present and that had caused a bit of a media uproar. The Quibbler would be the only publication present, and they only as guests. This was a wedding, not a public production.

Minerva glanced down the aisle and saw the oldest Weasley boy checking his watch and knew that her time was up. The guests around her had slowly began to drift towards their seats as music began playing, not the bridal march or anything, just encouragement to sit down. "I'm – I just wanted to say," she stuttered as Bill approached and Harry watched her, transfixed by the sight of his old professor tongue-tied, "that I'm really happy for you and Ginny." And with that, she pulled him into a tight and brief hug, that he barely had time to reciprocate before she released him.

"Erm, Harry," Bill said, slowing as he approached the pair, clearly not expecting to see that. "It's about to start, might want to get up front."

"Right," Harry said, relieved to have an excuse to leave. "Thank you, professor. I'll see you at the reception, then." He smiled again, still a bit confused, and then turned and raced up the aisle, eliciting a few chuckles from the guests that were already sitting.

Ron appeared at his elbow and pulled him into a tight, lasting hug that he returned happily. They pulled away, each pretending not to wipe at tears in their eyes, and Ron thumped him once on the shoulder. They had spent years together, saying and not saying important things and this brief exchange was enough to explain everything that both of them wanted to explain. For all of their fights and the lasting awkwardness of dating (and then marrying, Harry realized) his best friend's baby sister they did truly love each other as only good friends, or perhaps brothers, could. And there had been a time when neither of them had believed that Harry would ever live to marry anyone, and the idea of Ron living to that point had been nearly as dubious. They had never been happier to be so thoroughly wrong.

Everyone settled down, the last of the family filing last-minute into their seats as the wedding march started and the tiny toddling Victoire appeared, tugged forward by the insistent hand of Teddy, who looked quite intent on getting to the altar before he had a chance to drop his precious cargo. Victoire appeared slightly haughty at being subjected to such rude behavior and dumped a few petals meticulously out of her little basket every few steps. They reached the altar and Teddy moved to stand beside his Uncle Neville, assuming the same serious posture as the other men at the altar, and getting a few chuckles from the crowd because of it. Victoire gave Teddy a sour look and walked over to her crying grandmother, who quickly accepted her into her arms, as Fluer was much too pregnant to hold her daughter comfortably. Next, Luna appeared. She floated, almost without noticing the people on either side, to the altar. She planted a light kiss on Harry's cheek and then stood on the other side, watching with a vague sort of interest as Hermione began strolling up the aisle, barely concealed tears in her eyes. She also kissed Harry's cheek and hugged him briefly before retreating to Luna's side. The music swelled and Harry's stomach clenched for a terrible doubt-filled second as he waited for Ginny and Arthur Weasley to come into the tent.

Then he saw her, and felt completely relieved. She looked beautiful, more so than he had ever seen her, her red hair fastidiously styled, her make-up minimal enough that she still looked like the girl that he woke up next to most mornings and hoped to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life. And she looked like Ginny, his Ginny, alight with happiness and positively glowing in the sunshine coming through the tent.

Arthur smiled and put Harry's hand in Ginny's when the minister asked him to give her away. He blinked away tears and then found his seat beside his wife. He was giving his only daughter away, but knew that she would be in good hands. He had no qualms about his daughter's marriage; Harry would take care of her. Still, it was a bit sad to see such a conclusive end to his only little girl's childhood.

The ceremony went on without any interruptions. The couple said their vows, and right on cue Teddy appeared at his godfather's side with the rings and a huge smile on his face. Harry couldn't help but grin back at the child, who positively glowed with the knowledge that he had done his duty well. They exchanged rings with shaking hands and as the minister said "You may kiss the bride," everyone in the marquee seemed to be in tears. The kiss was passionate and lasted a few seconds longer than was polite, eliciting a few awkward titters and a catcall from Seamus Finnigan. They resurfaced, red faced and smiling as the flustered minister said, "I present, for the first time ever, the new Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter!"